It’s National Poetry Month, and as usual for National Poetry Month, I write more fiction, because there’s enough people writing poetry only during this month. I built the first draft of Bodies Made of Smoke around that time in 2011. I was writing flash fiction in 2010, and chasing after Jesus Christ, Boy Detective in 2012.
I get writers need a challenge to get them going, but this challenge could be done at any time, not just a month. I only hope that when people decided to submit these poems written during this time that they are revised and that, if I see them when I’m reading for a magazine, I enjoy them.
Literary fiction is fucking boring. I agree, wholeheartedly. I read Karen Russell’s latest short story collection and it left nothing behind after I finished it. I did finally finish Scott McClanahan’s Crapalachia: A Biography of a Place, which I strongly recommend buying and reading. I enjoyed his down-to-earth storytelling style in Stories V and he makes it work incredibly well in this book. I’m working my way through Sam Pink’s Rontel at the moment.
Capitalism is what will get me to write more poems during National Poetry Month. Buy a copy of Bodies Made of Smoke through Powell’s, Amazon, or through me, send me proof of purchase, and I will personally write you a poem and mail it to you as a thank you.
I’m back in Safety Pin Review. Check it out below.
The Fiddleback published an excerpt of my novel-in-progress (tentatively titled Jesus Christ, Boy Detective and The Royal Flush of Fate), which you can check out here.